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Inside me lays the seed of life, my own life. Buried away beneath the darkness of the soils weight. Awaiting to blossom, awaiting it's nourishment, and for its protection. But the skill of the gardener must be taught, mentored, in order for that seed to have an enriched fate. Many gardens are beautiful and admired for its ritches, for the seeds have grown tall and are full of life and colour. But for the gardens who's carer doesn't take note of the weeds underneath.., They will slowly diminish those flowers, until you are left with just weeds and none other. All that was beautiful has now vanished beyond sight. And all that is left is shame, guilt, and a garden of black. The gardener blames himself, for surely... He should have known better? But he was never taught the skills of a master gardener. It's not his fault for that. He slowly pulls the weeds, one by one, day by day. Restoring his soils foundation and laying his new seeds as he works. It takes him months, years even to restore his gardens former glory. But armed with the knowledge and tools for fight those relentless weeds, he is able to defend his beautiful garden, and becomes the master gardener, and the writer of his own success story.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
Toxxic
The Master Gardener
Inside me lays the seed of life, my own life. Buried away beneath the darkness of the soils weight. Awaiting to blossom, awaiting it's nourishment, and for its protection. But the skill of the gardener must be taught, mentored, in order for that seed to have an enriched fate. Many gardens are beautiful and admired for its ritches, for the seeds have grown tall and are full of life and colour. But for the gardens who's carer doesn't take note of the weeds underneath.., They will slowly diminish those flowers, until you are left with just weeds and none other. All that was beautiful has now vanished beyond sight. And all that is left is shame, guilt, and a garden of black. The gardener blames himself, for surely... He should have known better? But he was never taught the skills of a master gardener. It's not his fault for that. He slowly pulls the weeds, one by one, day by day. Restoring his soils foundation and laying his new seeds as he works. It takes him months, years even to restore his gardens former glory. But armed with the knowledge and tools for fight those relentless weeds, he is able to defend his beautiful garden, and becomes the master gardener, and the writer of his own success story.
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
removed.polaroid-scrabble
**** or no ****
can't beat the SS grey kicking the SA khaki silly... in terms of fashion? no one can beat the nation-sozi... you wired into the upcoming affair of nationalkapitalismus of america? am i so ******* dumb as being the only person to notice this trend? **** i'm dumber than i had reservations for expectation... to mind... don't you think the naxis had the best attired army?! me too... the **** are these rags to ritches Bolshevik goat-herders doing in Versailles?! ***** **** as hell i wish i am deemed a **** at least i'll be fathomable donning a dolce & gabbana grau; **** **** **** i'm itchy to be demmed a **** easier to spot a quack and the capital nationalist breadcrumbs... leftovers... ****** bargains on what's considered a brain... can someone please get me a **** uniform! i am dying a buddhist death rummanating the concept of an "anti-clockwise" ******** die grau dolce & gabbana... pristine, crisp, fold of a dying swan imagining an origami.... and a shirt to boot... death is almost near impossible, when attired to a **** inclusion membrane bypass of an army osmosis... hey... nazis had style... which, with or without anglo punk anarchy... could do very little... thanks to the nazis grey never looked so cool, when revising pale brown of... mustard / diarrhoea; herr Flagenshtein ought to know... what precursors the hybrid, in reviving a time as past history, imbued with a "nostalgia"... cameos... imbued in the pursuit of purpose, that actual, actors, should be allowed centre stage. can't beat the **** army in terms of fashion... crisp: is but one word that solidifies their pursuit of eternal fame.
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